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✮Practice Makes Perfect✮

SN00TZ swung from bar from bar with Z00ZY watching. The kid watched intently, his mouth wide with awe. SN00TZ landed on the pillar, dusting herself off. She turns to Z00ZY.

"You saw that?" She signed to the kid. He nods and climbed up the opposite pillar. She walked over and climbed up behind him.

"You'll need to try and latch your legs onto the other bar. Try and sort of slip yourself, okay?" She signed, trying to get the kid to understand. She knew he didn't know that much sign language so she was trying her hardest.

Z00ZY looked at her hands as she signed. He had barely any idea what she was saying, so he just waved his hand. ''I got this, don't worry!'' He exclaimed. He probably didn't but he'll be fine, right?

Z00ZY grabbed onto the bar, stepping back a bit before swinging off the pillar, his hands gripping the bar with a very tight grasp. SN00TZ watched, worried a small bit. The kid was new to this, so he was bound to make mistakes. Z00ZY tried to swing himself to the next bar, but he didn't wanna let go. He knew he had to but he was a bit scared to. He took a deep breath and let go, his legs latching around the other bar. SN00TZ's eyes widened. She gave a thumbs up, urging him to keep going.

Z00ZY looked at her while upside down. He tried to bend himself and swing so he could reach the other bar, but he was losing momentum. Struggling to swing himself, he slipped from the bar and onto the net below him. He sighed. 

''I'm never gonna get it! We'll be here for HOURS!'' He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. SN00TZ walked over and helped him off the net.

"Don't say that. I'm sure you'll get it one of these days. You just need to practice." She signed as the kid dusted himself off.

''Forget it, SN00TZ. I'll just work at one of the booths, I'm a useless performer. .'' Z00ZY walked off, his body language sad. SN00TZ let out an exhale through her nose, following after.

Z00ZY's POV:

I just don't get it. I've been practicing for days and every time I just- I can't seem to get enough momentum. It's always on the second bar too! I suck at this! I should just stick to the booths. SN00TZ is way better at it than me. I can't help but feel envious.

I looked down at my hands, calloused from the constant gripping and slipping of the bar for hours. I turned my head to look at the back of my pants behind my knees, seeing it was slightly dust. I'll need to wash these somehow. . .

I sat down under the Ferris wheel, my head in my hands with a sad look. I was sad. I was sad I couldn't get it right. It looked so easy! She's showed me how to do it tons of times, why- why can't I just-

''I'm useless. .'' I mutter, putting my hands in my knees. All I'm good for is making people laugh. .

''Hey kiddo.'' I heard a familiar southern voice. I lifted my head and saw DISM0L besides me. He looked worried. ''You alright?'' He asked. I didn't know how to respond.

''Not really. .'' I decided to admit. It was clear he knew I didn't feel very good about myself. I looked back down at the ground and from my peripheral vision, I saw him sit besides me.

''What's wrong, kid?'' He asked. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around my knees. 

''I suck at being a performer. I'll never make G0Z proud. I'm useless. .'' I said. I don't know why I was feeling so self doubtful today. .

''Don't say that, kiddo. Ye' ain't useless, you help all of us! There's a reason you're still here.'' DISM0L put his arm around me, rubbing my arm soothingly. I leaned against DISM0L, sighing.